Chapter 22
Chapter Twenty-Two
Oliver
I’m sitting against a wall in Isolde’s nest as I wait for my omega, and it’s hard not to grin as Lucas bumps into the wall as he enters the loft. Isolde and he are making out while his knot is still inside of her, which is hindering his walking skills. It’s pretty funny.
Not to mention, the ceiling is pretty low. While it’s perfect for her nest, it isn’t good for the integrity of our skulls as taller alphas.
My amusement bleeds out as I get smacked in the face with their scents. Lucas’ cedar and orange scent somehow pairs really well with her candied green apple scent, and he’s sporting a bite mark on his bicep.
Good. About fucking time. I know it hasn’t been very long, but he’s been the one that’s bonded the easiest with her. Lucas is protective and patient, while we’re all keeping our distance by sheer self control.
Glancing at Grant, I see his hands fist as he stares hungrily at her. I don’t blame him at all. Her auburn hair is tangled around her, and her body looks good enough to lick.
“Grant,” I mutter, watching as he takes a deep breath.
“I’m good,” he growls.
I know Isolde was worried about the dangers of alpha ruts, and he looks close to losing his control. I shouldn’t be surprised due to his level of stalking being both obsessive and unhinged.
It would figure that he would fit in well with us.
However, I doubt that he’d ever hurt her. It’s also why none of us will be alone with her until we know that the other person is well enough to keep their instincts in check. A pack is responsible for each other and even newly formed, we understand that well.
“Hey Kitten,” I greet Isolde, turning my attention back to her as Lucas’ foot bumps into the mattress.
We set it up on a pallet to keep it lower to the ground, but since the blonde is barely watching where he’s going, he’s hunching over instinctively to keep from bumping his head.
“Drop to your knees, Lucas,” Grant says, guiding him. “The bed is right there.”
Lucas doesn’t react, but he does what Grant says and lays down on the mattress so that Isolde is on top of him. Our omega looks up at me with her hair a mess around her face, and blood smeared across her lips from having bitten Lucas.
“Such a gorgeous, vicious little thing, aren’t you?” I croon.
Grant and I are both barefoot, wearing nothing but joggers. We got everything moved up here, and now I pull the blackout curtains the rest of the way closed so that the only light comes from the twinkle lights hung from the exposed ceiling beams.
I have to give it to Lucas. This kit home is stunning, and perfectly fits Isolde. I wouldn’t mind living here full time with my girl. Fuck the mansion.
Being wealthy is lonely. I know this all too well, unfortunately.
“Why are you still dressed?” she pouts.
Smirking, I roll up from my seated position, push off my joggers, and kick them off as I walk closer to her. My hand slides up and down my shaft, and I can see that she’s salivating.
“Your wish is my command,” I promise, getting onto the bed.
Her fingers grab my dick at its base, and I yelp as she pulls me closer.
“He’s fine, it won’t break,” Lucas chuckles. “What do you want, darlin’?”
“I remember that he tastes yummy,” she murmurs.
Fuck yes she does. It takes a little maneuvering so that she doesn’t tear my dick off, but I manage to move so that my dick brushes her pouty lips.
Isolde begins to rock her hips with Lucas buried inside of her before she wraps her lips around my crown. Sucking hard, she begins to bob her head slowly as she tests out how she feels about oral.
My fingers bury themselves in her wild hair, though not to control her. I simply need an anchor to remember that this is real. Alesso and I have been jerking off to the same memory of Lucas sucking my dick.
He and I have been getting closer while we’ve been alone in that big house, and while alphas can’t bond the way omega and alphas do, we still bit each other in the middle of the night while making out recently.
We haven’t gone farther than kissing, mutual masturbation, and cuddling yet. I have a feeling that Isolde’s heat may jump start other relationships within the pack as well. It’s as if we’ve all been in a holding pattern, waiting with baited breath to see what’ll happen next with our omega.
She keeps us on our toes at all times. I’m not mad about it, I want her to know some peace though. Constantly living on edge is exhausting.
Isolde pushes her way further down my shaft, adding teeth as she sucks my cock.
“Fuck. Yes, please don’t stop. Use those pretty little teeth,” I groan.
“Masochist,” Grant mutters.
Isolde moans, and I can hear her pussy pushing out slick as she rides Lucas.
“My knot,” Lucas groans. “Yes, fuck it back in, Isolde.”
Damn, she’s so wet, his knot sliding in and out of her cunt. I expect some people wouldn’t like this, but I love knowing that a knot will continue to give her pleasure.
Isolde grabs a handful of my ass, and my eyes roll back as she pushes herself to take me deeper. She’s going to suck my soul out by my dick. I may even ask her to keep it forever.
I don’t need it. I can live perfectly well knowing that she’s holding it for me.
“You’re going to kill me, and I’ll die happily,” I groan. “You like my cock, don’t you?”
Her whine says it all as drool overflows her mouth, easing my shaft’s passage down her throat. Isolde snaps in Grant’s direction, making me chuckle.
“Impatient little omega,” I say.
Lucas sits up to suck and bite her breasts, and Isolde begins to bounce on his cock. God, I hope she doesn’t break it.
Except…her throat is getting tighter as she swallows around me and I realize that she may be about to come.
“That’s it,” Lucas groans. “Come again around your alpha’s cock.”
Greedy girl. I expect that’s also why Lucas is covered in her slick. There’s a small bathroom off the loft with a shower that’ll allow us to hose off as necessary. There’s also a mini fridge that we’ve stocked with water, honey sticks, and fruit.
Anything we can get her to eat will be a miracle. Isolde has one thing on her mind, and that’s us.
Turning to glare at Grant, I see that he looks a little concerned. Standing slowly, he moves over to us and pulls his pants down. To say that he’s large is an understatement. He also has a ladder of piercings down his cock as well.
He watches as Isolde breaks apart with a scream, before crawling onto the bed to join us. She pulls off my cock with saliva still connecting her lips to my crown. It’s really cute, and I smirk as I watch her turn toward Grant.
“Hey,” she rasps, breathing hard.
“Hi, Little Nightmare,” he murmurs, bending down to kiss her lips. I suppose that he doesn’t care about where they just were.
This was something I was worried about when it comes to Grant. He’s very much only interested in Isolde, which I’m fine with. However, some alphas are very odd about group activities.
“You sound like you’re having fun, baby,” he murmurs. “How is your pain level?”
“Okay as long as I have someone fucking me,” she says. Isolde winces as she rises to her knees, allowing Lucas’ cock to slip free. “Want to help me with that?”
His arms wrap around her waist as he lifts her up, and Lucas moves so that Grant can lay down on the bed.
“Yes. I don’t think you were done sucking on your alpha’s cock though, were you?” he teases her.
I don’t think I’ve ever seen Grant like this, and Lucas and I exchange glances in surprise.
“I wasn’t,” she whimpers, her hand moving down his body until it can wrap around his cock. “Mine?”
“Fuck yeah, Little Nightmare. Are you going to put it inside your warm, wet cunt so I can make you feel good?” he asks, his voice deep and raspy.
I guess his version of being on edge is to become a dirty mouthed alpha. Fuck me.
Lucas’s hand wraps around my cock to jerk me off and my head drops back as I moan.
“Yes. But.. What if I want both Lucas and Oliver’s cocks in my mouth?”
“Then I would suggest getting on your knees for your alphas,” Grant croons, kissing her lips.
Isolde melts against him, her previous inhibitions shattering. That’s part of the magic of a heat, but also what has worried her as well. When you’re with people who adore you, it’s supposed to be an amazing experience.
I don’t want her to regret any of this. No matter who she bonds with, or what she says during her heat. I want her to fucking own that she was comfortable enough to take that leap with us.
“Present that pretty pussy to your alpha,” I groan, moving with Lucas toward Grant’s feet.
Isolde scrambles around and Grant gets onto his knees to bury his face in her cunt. There’s no fanfare, and Isolde sobs in surprise as he licks her.
“Grant,” she gasps.
“I’ve waited so long,” he growls. “Can I make you come like this?”
“Ye…yes,” she says.
I notice that Grant hesitates for a moment as his thumbs brush over her inner thighs and his eyes flick over to Lucas. He shakes his head sharply, making me wonder what’s going on.
I can’t hold onto the thought for long as Isolde wraps her lips around my cock and begins flicking her tongue along my weeping slit as she moans. My kitten is sucking on me like an adult pacifier as Grant pushes her closer to an orgasm, and my lips twitch at the comparison.
The scent of sex fills the room as Grant laps at her slick, and Lucas strokes his cock as he moves closer to me as if vying for our omega’s affection. Ha. He’s so fucking needy.
“I think Lucas feels neglected,” I tease Isolde.
She pops off my cock to push our cocks against each other so that she can suck on both of them.
“Isolde,” Lucas groans.
I wasn’t expecting her to do that, and she tortures us as she gives us both as much attention as possible.
Her tongue runs up our shafts, she uses her hand to jerk us off, and drives us wild.
For someone who hasn’t even been able to explore as she gives a blow job, she’s doing a damn good job of it.